Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Part I
 Part II
 Part III
 Part IV
 Part V
 Part VI
 Part VII
 Part VIII
 Part IX
 Part X
 Part XI
 Part XII
 Back Cover

Group Title: Puff : an autobiography
Title: Puff
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 Material Information
Title: Puff an autobiography
Physical Description: 94 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Macquoid, Katharine S ( Katharine Sarah ), 1824-1917
Morgan, Walter Jenks, 1847-1924 ( Illustrator )
Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
E. & J.B. Young & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge
E. & J.B. Young & Co.
Place of Publication: London ;
New York
Publication Date: [1888]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Obedience -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animal welfare -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Brighton
United States -- New York -- New York
Citation/Reference: Wolff. R.L. 19th cent. fiction,
Statement of Responsibility: edited by Katharine S. Macquoid ; illustrated by W.J. Morgan.
General Note: Written by Katharine S. Macquoid.
General Note: Date of publication from BLC; dedication dated: September 16, 1888.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055484
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
    Part I
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Part II
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Part III
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Part IV
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Part V
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    Part VI
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    Part VII
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Part VIII
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Part IX
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Part X
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Part XI
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Part XII
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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September i6thz, 1888.


"I am the dog a dog indeed .. a dog at all things."-The Tlwo Gentlemen of Verona.

AM a small long-haired yellow dog and my
name is Puff. I dare say you would like to
know all about me-and I have got a chance
this morning of telling you my story. Usually
my mistress keeps her pens and inkstand to
A' herself-and she sits writing all the morn-
ing-but for a wonder she went out just
.., now, so I have jumped up in her chair, and
here goes.
The first thing I remember' was hearing that I was a beauty.
A soft voice said-
Oh, mother, there is such a dear little puppy in the basket; it's
just like a ball of fluffy yellow silk."
Another voice said-
A 2


Yes, Rosy, it is indeed a beauty; look at his little black mouth
and nose; you shall have the little creature for your own."
Something touched me, and in a fright I snuggled close up
to my mother.
Some days after this I opened my eyes and there was my
little mistress bending over my basket.
She had a round rosy face, blue eyes, and long yellow curls.
I thought she was very nice, and when shell stooped down
and kissed me I licked her soft cheeks. Presently a rough-
bearded face looked over her head.
"Hullo, Rosy," a harsh voice said, "is that your pup?"
My little mistress turned round.
Yes; and oh, father, look, the dear little thing can see,
-at last; he has bright black eyes as black as his mouth-isn't
he a beauty ? "
I peeped up at Rosy's father and I didn't like the look of
him,-he had a red, fat face with small round eyes.
"Well, Rosy," he laughed in an unpleasant way, "there's
one thing certain-the young beggar's coat is going to be
carroty, like your curls, ha-ha-ha."
Wasn't he a rude, under-bred man?
I know most things now because, you see, I am a middle-


aged dog, but still I cannot reckon time. It seemed a long
time after Rosy's father had laughed at me, and at her in
that rude way that I was playing in the garden with my
mistress. I had grown to my full size, I heard them say;
and every one said I was prettier than ever. Rosy was kind
to me, but sometimes she was silly. This afternoon she had
run races with me up and down the garden; we were both
tired, and then what do you think she did-you'll never guess
so I'll tell you: she actually lifted me up in her fat little arms
and she put me in her doll's perambulator, then she told me to sit
still while she drew me about the garden! Of course I didn't sit
still:-was it likely I could stand being made a doll of, a poor
senseless thing with a painted face, and false hair and a body stuffed
with sawdust and cotton wool! I jumped out directly and barked at
the perambulator; then I ran indoors and hid myself under the sofa.
Rosy came after me, and coaxed me out again; but when
she tried to take me up I ran away; I knew what she was
going to do. At last she began to cry, and this made me
sorry, but I could not let her treat me as if I were a doll-
so I put my tail down and ran indoors; and I stayed under
the sofa till I thought she had forgotten all about it. I hated
the sight of that perambulator whenever I saw it.


Till that day I had got on very well with Rosy, but I
never liked her so well after that evening. What do you
think happened? I am going to tell you everything right out


because I like my readers to be my friends, and to have no
secrets from them.
After dinner, when Rosy came in and sat next her father,
he said-


"Well, Rosy, how did Master Pickles behave to-day?" He
called me Pickles, just as if I were an onion.
"I'm afraid he's getting disobedient," Rosy answered; and
then she actually told tales about my jumping out of the
perambulator. Was not that mean?
"That's because he has never had a good licking," her
father said; "you'll have to turn him over to me, Rosy; I'll
lick him into being obedient," he added, with his mouth full
of something good I am sure-I had not had a bit.
What could he mean?
I had been often licked by my mother, and the old tabby
cat licked my nose whenever she got a chance, but I felt
sure he did not mean that sort of licking.
I'll take good care to keep out of his way," I said to
myself-and then I remembered that to-morrow would be
Sunday, and that he would stay at home. I had been washed and
combed in the morning, so of course I knew to-day was Saturday.
Now I used not to like Sunday at all. Rosy went to
church with her mother, so she could neither take me for a
walk, nor run races in the garden-and Rosy's father some-
times stayed at home and lay on the sofa in his slippers; he
used then to read books when he was not asleep.


Well, Sunday came, and at lunch-time I was terribly hungry
and my dinner did not satisfy me. Rosy always cut it up
very nicely, but this day I'm sure she had given me less than
usual. I went round to her chair and got on my hind legs
and begged-Rosy had taught me to do that; she only said,
" Greedy doggie, you must not ask for more."
The next minute I heard her ask to be helped a second
time to pudding!
"What!" my master called out, "is the little beggar
getting greedy as well as disobedient? Oh, ho, Master Pickles,
you are running up a nice score."
They all went into the garden and Jane did not come to
clear away. I felt hungrier than ever, and I had besides a
longing to see what they had been eating; I could not resist,
and I jumped up on my master's chair. His plate was full of
little bits and I did not look beyond it, my mouth watered
at the sight-I began to eat, as fast as I could. The bits
were so nice-so much nicer than what Rosy had given me
for dinner.
"Hullo, you little thief!"
It was my master's voice, and before I could jump down
his slipper came at my head. It hurt me very much and I


cried out, and nearly fell off the chair. I made for the door
which stood open, but, before I could get out, another slipper
hit me on the back; my master burst out laughing, and I
howled with pain and rage as I ran up stairs and hid myself
under Rosy's little bed. After a bit she came into the room.

She scolded me, but I took no notice; then she coaxed me
and called me to come to her, but I made no answer, and
though she came again and again I stayed where I was.
While I lay there I made up my mind no one should treat
me so badly again in that house-no dog with a grain of
spirit would submit to have slippers thrown at him. I deter-

8 P UFF.

mined to run away; and then I curled myself round and fell
When I waked it was growing dusk. I slipped quietly
down stairs and got out into the garden. There was no one
there. I should have liked 'to see my little mistress again; I
felt sorry to leave her, for she had been very kind to me;
but it was her father's fault that I had to go.

myself I would slip out when she opened the gate-I was
glad to remember that the letter box had been taken away to
be mended.

be mended.


"What is bad for the postman is good for me," I thought,
as I hid myself among the shrubs near the gate, for I had
heard the postman grumble about the absence of the box
when he brought the letters the day before. All at once I
recollected that letters never came on Sunday-what should I
Just then the gate-bell rang, and to my joy I saw Jane's
white apron coming along the path from the house. She
opened the gate. I heard cook's fat jolly voice-and while
she and Jane stood chatting and laughing beside the open gate,
I crept quietly out and took to my heels.

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RAN along the road as fast as
I could I had turned to the
right because, when Rosy took
S- me out, she always turned to the
fl left, and I thought they would
S' i be more likely to look for me
-. that way. I thought I heard
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Sran on still faster; it was the
first time I had been out by myself, free to do as I pleased,
with no one to say "Come to heel," or to check me in any
way. I was delighted. I seemed to go like the wind. There
were very few people about, and there was not much to be seen
but the lights showing behind the blinds of the houses on
each side, and only now and then a cat or a carriage on the
broad road.
"Hullo," some one called out, "there goes a mad dog-

PUFF. 11

yah," and this made me go faster. I must have run a long way,
and was beginning to feel exhausted, when I saw two men in
dark clothes standing at the corner of a street-they were
policemen, one of them made a cut at me as I dashed
"See that, Bill," he cried, "he's mad, sure as a gun!" I
howled and then I seemed to fly. I lost count of every-
thing, till I felt myself suddenly fall down-and then I seemed
to go to sleep.
I waked up at the sound of a soft voice.
"Poor little creature, is it dead, or is it only exhausted?
We'll see."
Some one lifted me up. I heard the click of a gate, and
I was carried up some steps and into a lighted room. I was
put down gently on a soft mat, and presently some milk was
rubbed on my nose and mouth. This waked me up from my
sleepy state, and I began to look about me. The room I was
in was smaller than those in Rosy's house, but then it looked
prettier. I saw pictures and china on every side, but what I
liked best was the look of my new friend. She was tall, and
I thought she must be a beauty, she had such bright black
eyes and red cheeks, and such a lot of beautiful black hair. Rosy's


mother was a pale, light-haired thing, not yellow hair like
mine, but a sort of straw colour. 1 got up from the mat
and wagged my tail; then I laughed, this was my way of
saying Thank you, and the lady understood me.

A Ca.utPI o^ mOlf

"Dear little yellow doggie," she said, "I wonder where you
came from! Poor little fellow, you do look tired and dirty
-drink that-there,"-and she gave me a saucer of milk.
I am sorry to say I quite forgot my manners, and I
almost choked myself in my hurry to drink the milk.

PUFF. 13

"There, now, you feel better, don't you ?" she said. "You
shall be washed to-morrow, my poor little boy. I am sure
you will be very pretty when you are clean."
It was dreadful for me to feel that I must indeed be a
dirty object if I had lost my looks. But she is clever as
well as nice," I thought, "to know that in spite of the dirt,
I am pretty."
She patted me so lovingly that I licked her hand; I always
know when people really like me and when they only pretend
to. This lady loved me at first sight, and I shall never for-
get her, though I only stayed with her a short time.
You may be sure I slept soundly that night, but I had
some dreams about the horrid police. In the morning my kind
friend gave me a bath and combed me. Then she called me
to follow her up stairs; and she took me into a room -where
a gentleman sat painting. I found out what he was doing
A beautiful-looking white dog came frisking to meet us. I
had made sure already by my nose that there was a dog in
the house. People laugh about "Love at first sight."-Let them
laugh that know no better.-I fell in love with that lovely
Flirt at once.

14 PUFF.

"Look at my stray dog, dear," my friend said, "is he not
a little beauty now he is washed ? "
The gentleman put a round bit of glass in one of his eyes
and looked hard at me.
"Yes, he is not a bad little chap," he said, "but look here,
my dear. You can't keep him, you know, he belongs to some one
else-besides, we've quite dogs enough with Flirt and Tricksey."
I pricked up my ears, two dogs in the house! how jolly
I thought. Just then a loud barking outside the door was
proof positive. I ran to the door and sniffed, and I became
so overjoyed that I joined in the barking.
"Shut up!" the young man cried. "If you open your
mouth again I shall send my slipper at you!"
Slipper again! it was a shock-just as I was feeling happier
than I had ever felt before-to hear a threat like this. I
laid down my ears, my tail uncurled itself, and I crept close
up to my friend.
"Ah, that's right, ashamed of yourself, eh,-well, shake a
paw and make friends."
He held out his hand, and I put my paw in it. "Well
done," he said, with a bright smile, "you know a thing or
two, I see."

PUFF. 15

I forgot all about the slipper; I sat up and begged; this
made him laugh.
"Why, he is a clever chap," he said. I shouldn't wonder
if he's a performing dog."


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I didn't know what he meant, but I laughed.
"I believe the little beggar knows what we say, I expect
he's a valuable little chap. I must go and give notice at the

16 PUFF-

Here was another shock-the police! I wagged my tail and
looked as imploring as I could. I was reassured when my
friend said,
Really, dear, I don't think we need give any notice about
him, he won't be asked for. I don't believe the people who
had him valued him a bit! And I am sure he has come
from ever so far away."
I heard afterwards that they made all sorts of inquiries, but
they never found out where I came from; and from that day
to this-years ago now-I have never seen Rosy again, nor, I
am thankful to say, my first cruel master.
But all this time I am forgetting Flirt.
Ah, my dear, dearest Flirt! there never was any dog so
lovely as you are. She is a white bull-terrier, and she is, I hear,
very well-bred-I think her manners perfect. She has black
loving eyes, and her nose is a beautiful contrast to mine, it
is a delicate pink.
I didn't like the other dog. She was a short-legged, long-
bodied creature, brown, with black spots. Flirt and I were
great friends at once, and I thought she returned my affection;
but after a few days she began to snub me-I have heard
this is a very common thing with the female sex-and at last

PUFF. (7

she snapped at me when I said good-morning to her. This
was how it happened:-
They were at breakfast, and I came into the room and ran up
to Flirt to kiss her; to my surprise and grief she made a bite

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a hair of my own tail.
My friend's husband said, "Look here, my dear, you had
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better find a home for your stray dog. Flirt doesn't like
I felt angry now. What could he know about Flirt's feelings,
he's not a dog? I felt sure that Flirt and I should soon
make it up and be good friends again. But people with two
legs are always so hasty in their judgments.
In the afternoon a lady came to call and she at once fell
in love with me, she praised my face, and my coat, and my
tail, and my paws. I was so pleased with what she said
about me that I sat up before her to show her how well I
could beg.
"You darling," she said, how I should like such a dear
little dog as you are!"
"Would you, mother?" my friend's husband said. "I'm sure
you are welcome to him, we have dogs enough of our own;
and he's a good, clever little chap."
They evidently settled it between them. For the next day
I was taken away by a strange girl; and before I could say
Good-bye to Flirt I was carried through several streets till we
came to a green gate in a high wall with trees hanging over it,
and at last I was set down in a large garden full of flowers.
The lady I had seen yesterday and a very tall gentleman came

PUFF. 19

out to meet me, and I must say I was pleased with their recep-
tion of me.
"He is a jolly little chap," the gentleman said. "What a
remarkable colour he is, I call him a beauty! What's his
name ?"
"We must think of one," my new mistress said; and she took
me into the house. I followed her up stairs, and she turned
round and laughed at my tall master.
"I have found a name for him," she said; "just listen how he
puffs as he comes up stairs. Let us call him Puff."
They both laughed; it was rather rude, but I did not mind.
And that's the way I came to be called Puff.


I HEAR so much about my good looks from the visitors
who come to the house that I know pretty well what I
am like, and, naturally, I am a bit conceited. Dogs are like
children in this respect, and it's people's own fault if they are
vain, isn't it ?


I cannot trust to an artist to give a correct idea of my
appearance: artists don't stick to facts in their drawings-I
can't help saying it, although my master is an artist-so I'll

just draw my own likeness.
SWhen I have a new coat on-my winter coat they call it-
the colour is a lovely golden yellow; the hair is very long
and silky-on my chest it is creamy white, my paws, too,
are white; my eyes and nose and mouth are black; my rather
short, softly pointed ears, are dark brown, just peeping up
through my long hair. They say my face is very pretty; my
tail curls round over my back, and then spreads out like a
tassel of white silk.
Some time ago a lady came to the house who had not
seen me before.
Dear me," she said, "what a funny coloured dog: I never
saw any dog like him; he looks as if he were dyed, why,
he's quite the fashionable colour for hair!" and she laughed.
Did you ever hear of anything so rude? I wonder if she
would have liked me to say her hair was dyed!
My mistress only answered, "We think him a lovely
colour! "


A very proper answer I thought; I could have kissed her
for it.
But I must go back to my first days with my new master
and mistress. They were very kind to me, and so was their
son, who lived with them; and, when they saw how quick I
was at learning, they taught me several tricks. I knew before
how to sit up and beg, Rosy had taught me to do that;
they taught me to refuse cake or anything nice when it was
offered with the left hand. It was difficult work at first;
however, I soon learned to know the right and left hands,
but I had to close my teeth hard, and turn my head aside
to resist taking anything good from the left hand, when I
smelt how nice the cake or the bread and butter was; people
used to try and cheat me sometimes, just as if I did not
know as well as they did! I used to laugh in my fur to
think how simple they were.
"Put your hand on your heart, Puff," was another trick. I
got great praise for doing that; and often a big bit of cake.
I still like the fun of my master's trick, though as I get
older I find it more difficult. He is very tall, and when he
pats his chest and says, Come along, Puff!" I make a
spring from the ground and run up him, till I reach the bit

PUF. 23

of sugar he has ready in his mouth for me. My young
master says this trick "always brings down the house;" but I
don't know what he means, the house still stands, thank good-
ness I The trick is as easy as eating the sugar. Of course it
requires four legs, so, my dear little friends, don't any of you
try to do it.
I must tell you a good joke that one day happened in regard
to this trick. A little boy-a very conceited little boy I'm
sure-was calling with his mamma, and he saw me run up my
master for sugar, so he asks for a bit of sugar, and he calls
out, "Come along, Puff!" puts the sugar in his mouth, and
pats his chest.
There was the chance of getting the sugar, so I immediately
ran up him. My weight, I suppose, and I dare say the fear
that he might have his nose snapped off, made him call out,
and nearly tumble down. He dropped the sugar, and of course
I picked it up. Bless your hearts, I wouldn't have hurt the
little coward! He has never tried that trick again.
Another thing I do is, when my master says, "Search!
bark!" I bark out several times, and then hunt for whatever he
I can do plenty of other tricks, but to-day I want to tell

24 PUFF.

you one of my adventures that happened when I first came
here. I don't know what you'll think about it-perhaps you
will call me naughty. However, I don't want to have any
secrets from my readers.

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I have told you already how sorry I was to leave that lovely
Flirt; my new master and mistress knew this, for I heard them
talking about it, and yet they never took me to see her. When
I have told you already how sorry I was to leave that lovely
Flirt; my new master and mistress knew this, for I heard them
talking about it, and yet they never took me to see her. When


I saw them going out, I ran after them hoping to go too, but
they said,
"No, no, Puff, you must play in the garden, you cannot go
into the road."
There wasn't much fun in playing by one's self-there was
no Rosy to play with-and I made up my mind to get out of
the garden as soon as I could, and go and see my dear Flirt.
So I watched for my chance. One day I found the gate
into the road open, and off I ran, as fast as I could go, to
Flirt's house. I found the house quite easily; I had noticed
the turnings carefully as I was brought from there. I ran up
the steps and scratched at the door, I did not bark as some
dogs do when they can't get in. No one came; I waited-I
am patient when I like-I have found out everything comes to
those who wait.
Presently the door opened, and Flirt's master and mistress
came out. I frisked about them, wagged my tail and cried with
joy, I was so glad to see them again. But they didn't seem
to care a bit, they laughed, but I'm sure they were not pleased
to see me. It quite hurt me to hear Flirt's mistress say,
"Oh, you bad little dog, to come, too, just as we were going
for a walk the other way; now we must take you home again !"
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26 P UFR

And instead of letting me go
S in to see Flirt, her husband tucked
me under his arm and brought
:..' "Y'!'',' me back here.
C- ----
SI I'- "Naughty little runaway he
said, and he gave me a shake
as he set me down in the garden.
A', The people here didn't scold me,
I they seemed very glad to, see. me
S 'i!again, and I liked them for this.
---. ....1"'- -Next morning howev\-er when
SI was going out into the garden
'^ '- I was called back, and the door
was shut; and when I ran down
Ok ,, bad lilttm d.o0
Sb stairs I found that the back door

was shut too. I thought this was odd, so I went and looked
out of the dining-room window, and I saw a strange man digging
in the garden. I said to myself, Perhaps they've kept me in for
fear I should bite his legs! "
Our garden here is a nice old-fashioned garden and very large;
it has plenty of trees in it; and part of it is filled with fruit and
vegetables. I have since got to like it very much, but at the


time I am writing about, I didn't care a bit for it, and only
thought how I should get out of it to see Flirt.
There was a thick hedge between our garden and the next
one, and I had determined to push my way through this and
see if I could not get into the road from the other
I was let out after my dinner, and what do you think I found
had been done to the hedge ? A high wire fence had been put
at the back of it! I was a prisoner; I felt very angry, it was
so mean, so tyrannical of my master and mistress; they went
out every day to see their friends, and they prevented me
from going to see Flirt. I ran indoors with my ears
laid back, and my tail hanging down, to show them how
cross I felt.
At tea-time I would not beg, or do anything they told me to
do. I crawled under a great oak chest that stood in the dining-
room, and I would not come out, I was determined to show
them how affronted I was. However, when the dinner-bell
rang there was such a good smell of roast meat, that I came
out as if nothing had happened.
Oh, you're there, are you, little chap? my master said.
"Have a bone, Puff?"

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He held me out a bone, and I thought he meant it as an apology,
so I forgave him and took the bone.
A few days after this Flirt's master came, and brought Flirt
with him. I was so glad to see her, I welcomed her with all
my might. She just said to me, "How do you do?" and then
she took no more notice of me. I felt quite miserable at this
treatment, and I tried to attract her attention, when all at once
she turned round and snapped at me, and my master told me to
go out of the room.
I went up into his studio; I was very unhappy. I got behind
some folios, and I cried myself to sleep. You see I was
young and tender-hearted in those days. 1 felt I had never
been unkind to Flirt, how could Flirt bear to be unkind to
me ? I dare say some of you have felt the same when you've
been snubbed for showing affection.
However when I waked I felt all right again, and
only wanted to make it up with Flirt. I ran down stairs, but
she had gone home.
The next day I longed more than ever to get out of the
garden, and run to Flirt's home. My master went to his
studio, and I was left to amuse myself in the garden. I ran
up to the hedge and looked at it. The wire fence was a


good deal hidden by shrubs, but I could see it was too high
for me to jump over, I went close to it and smelt it ; I felt
how soft the ground was in front of it. Yes, that would be
the way; I must make a deep hole and creep under the
fence ; the shrubs would hide me while I was at work.
I began at once to push with my
nose and to scratch with my paxv-,,
and I had soon made a large hole,
but the ground was harder below
than I expected. I got very tired,
and I could' hardly breathe, my nose
was so choked with mould.
My fur there's my mistress
knocking at the front door. I
must leave off writing, and it's
about time, for my pen is
worn out and my paws are
very inky. Good-bye for the i


"PUFF, PUFF, PUFF, come in!"
I was hard at work again among the shrubs, scratching at the
hole I was burrowing under the wire-fencing. I knew I could
not be seen, so I paid no attention to the voice, but went on
Puff, Puff, where are you?" came again.
All at once I remembered that it was my dinner-time, so I
ran in-doors as fast as I could. As soon as I got into the
hall the maid said-
"Why, Puff, what have you been doing? You are black all
over, you dirty little dog. Where have you been? You ought
to be ashamed of yourself."
I can tell you I felt very cross to be called a "dirty little
dog." I'd a great mind. to punish them by not eating any
dinner, but when I saw how nice it looked, and when I smelt
it, I changed my mind:, and gobbled up the nice bread and
meat as fast as I could.
When I had finished I ran to the door and barked, to let
them know I wanted to go into the garden.

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My dinner had refreshed me; I usually take a nap after it,
but to-day I knew that time was extra precious, and I began
to scratch again at the hole as fast as I could.
I had soon scratched my way down to the bottom of the
wire fence, but it was much more difficult, when I had made

my way under it, to tunnel upwards on the farther side; that
was very hard work; my eyes and my nose were full of mould
and I could hardly see or breathe.
But I worked on desperately, and at last I came up through
the mould into the next garden-the gate there, that led into
the road, was always wide open-I darted out and ran off in
the direction of Flirt's house, as fast as I could.
I had nearly reached the end of the street in which my
dear Flirt lived, when a big black dog jumped out on me,
and tried to seize me by the neck; but I was too quick for
him-little creatures are always so much quicker than big ones
are-and I darted round the corner into Flirt's street, and left
that big black fellow with his mouth open.
"Stop, stop, my dog! You're a beauty, ain't you?"
And a man's big, dirty hand was stretched out to stop
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32 PUFF.

jumped over it, and ran past
the man like the wind.
Flirt's gate stood open and
SI darted up the steps.
I was so very tired that
I was glad to lie down and
rest. My throat was dry and
full of garden mould; I
,- 4 longed for my nice basin of

c- clean water. "I shall get
some water presently," I said
to myself, and then I think I
fell asleep. .. I was suddenly roused up, some one was speaking to me.
It was my master.
"You dear little Puff! I guessed I should find you here.
Well, you have made a sight of yourself, dirty little dog!"
"Dirty dog" again. How rude!
My master lifted me up and tucked me under his arm.
He put his handkerchief between me and his coat, so I sup-
pose I was very dirty.
I thought he would knock at Flirt's door, but he looked
at me and shook his head.


"I can't take you in here, Puff. You are not fit to
be seen till you have been washed. What have you been
doing ?"
And then he actually turned his back on Flirt's house, and
carried me home. If it had been any one else but my
master I should have struggled till I got away, but I should
not like to hurt him; and besides that, he is tall and strong,
and I was too tired after all my digging and running to
make a good fight to get away. But it was very hard to
think that I had taken so much trouble and got so dirty
for nothing, and dear Flirt would never know how much I
had gone through for her sake.
I cried as we went along the streets.
When we got home, my master gave me a lecture; he
held up a stick at me and shook his head. "Look here, Puff,"
he said, "I shall be very sorry to touch you with this stick,
but if you run away again-well, I shall have to punish you.
You must learn to be obedient, Puff. Dogs and children must
be obedient, then they don't get into trouble. You'll be ever
so much happier if you always do as you are bid."
He spoke so kindly that I felt quite ashamed of myself,
and put down my ears and my tail. I tried not to be sulky,
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and indeed I forgot all my trouble when my master left off
his painting for a moment, and said,
"Search, search, Puff-bark!" and he threw me a bit of
sugar. I knew he did it to show me we were good friends
Presently my mistress came into the studio. I jumped up to
say "How do you do?" to her. And what do you think
she said ?
Why, Puff, dear, you are as black as a sweep! Where
have you been?"
Now was not this worse than calling me "a dirty dog"?
I felt it was. As a rule people do not consider that dogs have
feelings like themselves.
Then I heard my master telling her what had happened.
She laughed, but she said, "I am very sorry, Puff, but you
must be washed, although it's only Wednesday. A little boy
and girl are coming this afternoon to drink tea with me, and
they would be quite shocked to see you so dirty."
So I was taken away to be washed.
It isn't the water I mind about when I'm washed-it's the
soap, especially when it sometimes gets into my mouth, and eyes,
and nose. I dare say some of you know how nasty that is.

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To be. washed once a week is troublesome, but to be washed
twice in one week !-it was really the worst punishment I could
have had for running away, if they'd only known.
However I went through all the extra rubbing and brushing
and combing like a martyr, and when it was over I was told
I was a good dog, and looked a regular beauty."
The little boy and girl came to tea; they were pretty
little things enough, and they were dressed so nicely that I
felt I should have cut a poor figure beside them if my coat
had been dirty.
The little girl said-
Oh you dear, dear dog. I never saw anything so pretty
as you are. Will you shake a paw ?"
I sat up and let her take my paw.
The little boy laughed in a silly way, I thought. Why,
he gave his left paw," he said.
"Oh," she said, "what a gentleman you are, Puff. Was
it not pretty behaviour on her part?
I hope she will read what I think of her. She's always very
kind to me. She is a big girl now, with lovely golden hair
hanging down her back, almost the colour of mine my
master says I'm like old gold ; if that's the case I must be

36 PUF.

very valuable--she has such a pretty name, she is called

" Violet "; she and I are the best friends possible. She is

the nicest girl I know.



I sometimes wish my mistress had a little girl of her own

for me to play with.

But I did not like my new friend's brother; he was so

very superior in his manner, and I felt sure he was a

conceited little boy. I was greatly tempted to bite his calves

PUFF. 37

as he sat in his chair, kicking his legs about, and eating
plum-cake. However I changed my mind and ate a bit of
cake he threw me. I've always found that "second thoughts
are best."


When tea was over, my mistress said to her visitors-
Now, dears, what game shall we play at ? Shall we
have the bricks and build houses?"

38 PUFF.

"Oh yes, yes;" Violet clapped her hands. "That will be
ever so nice.
When the large box of bricks was brought in, the little
boy began to strut about with his hands in his pockets.
"I shall build a palace," he said.
"What lovely oak bricks!" said Violet.
"Well, we will see who can build the highest tower,"
said my mistress.
I sat under a chair and watched them-I did not want
my head broken-I remembered how once in Rosey's house,
when she was building with wooden bricks, a tall house fell
down suddenly and nearly smashed me. My master says the
burnt child dreads the fire," and I must own I feel nervous
of wooden bricks ; so I sat still under a chair.
"Violet shall begin," said my mistress, "and I will help."
My mamma says my houses are the best she ever saw,"
said the little boy; he was looking very cross. He took up a
book and began to look at the pictures in it.
Meanwhile Violet and my mistress were getting on fast
with their tower, using arches and pillars, and all sorts of
shaped bits of wood. It was soon taller than either of them.
They had nearly used up all the bricks; Violet was getting

PUff 39

quite excited ; such a lovely colour had come into

her cheeks.

%A. OF

I saw that Fred-that was the little boy's name-was frown-

ing and looking very cross at the beautiful tower.

40 PUF.

"We must move very quietly," said my mistress, "or our
tower will fall. I will get on a chair to put on the last
bricks. Give them up to me, Violet."
What stupid pictures these are said the little boy,
shutting up his book with a bang. I say, haven't you
finished yet ? It's my turn now," and he lumped down heavily
off his chair.
I expect he shook the floor, for down came the tower
with a tremendous crash, the bricks flying about in all direc-
Oh, Fred how unkind of you," said my dear little
The ill-natured little boy only laughed. I couldn't help

growling and barking; I felt sure he had done it on
purpose, and I lcnged to bite his calves more than ever.
However he did not get anything by his mischief, for my
mistress said-
Never mind, Violet, you shall now build a cottage."


I FEEL in capital spirits for writing to-day. I have got quite a new
quill pen-such a beauty. Last night I saw that my master
brought home a packet of pens; I watched where they were put and
I have helped myself to one. Don't blame me, my dear friends: the
fact is the last part of my story was so badly written with an old
stump of a pen, all I could find (I am sure my mistress had written a
whole book with it), I was quite ashamed-the printers must have
thought I had done it with my paw, or with my tail.
For the matter of that I have seen some "copy"-I think that's
what author's writing is called-which was so awfully bad that-well'
if my writing looked as if it was written with my tail, that looked as
if the author had used his nose for a pen. I shouldn't like to be the
printers to have to make out that writing; they must be very good-
natured people. I should bark at it till I was hoarse.
Let me see. I left off my story last time where that con-
ceited boy, Fred, had knocked down the tower of bricks. I
don't want to say anything against little boys, at the same time I
wish to tell all the truth about my feelings as well as my doings,
so that you may judge exactly what sort of dog I am, therefore I
must confess that I like little girls better than I do little boys. The
girls are more gentle as a rule, and they don't tease me.
Of course there are boys and boys-one of my greatest friends
is a boy. I shall never forget the first time he called with
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42 PUFF,.

his mother. I happened to be on the stairs, and I heard him
say, as soon as he got inside the house, Where's Puff? I
want to see Puff." He had evidently come on purpose to see me.
I ran down stairs to see who it was, and the little boy called out-
"Oh, here he is, mother; what a dear little dog! and he's
just the colour father said he was. Isn't he lovely?"
I showed them the way to the drawing-room, barking with
pleasure as I went. When the little boy had shaken hands
with my mistress, he said to her-
"Can Puff really sit up, and laugh, and put his hand on
his heart, as the story says he does?"
Without waiting to be told, I sat up, put my hand on my
heart, and laughed with all my might.
"Oh you dear little fellow!" he called out, and he threw
his arms round me and kissed me. Ah, he's something like a
little boy, he always kisses me when we meet, and shares his
cake with me, too, and I lick his pretty face-he has such nice
round cheeks and beautiful curly light hair.
Taking it altogether, I am a very happy dog; everybody
is very kind to me-perhaps they spoil me, but I like it; I
believe we all like to be spoilt; I have never met a dog or
a child that didn't. There's one thing however I don't get
as often as I should like, and that's a bone. I've heard it said
Contentment is a virtue "-put "bone" in place of "virtue,"
that's my idea of happiness; and that reminds me of what I


wanted to tell you to-day. I have a large bone to pick with my
One day, some time ago, I ran into the kitchen, I had
business there, and what do you think I saw ?
A little black cat drinking milk out of a saucer! I made
a rush at it, and instantly it became double it's size, like a
large ball, and began to spit at me like soda water. ,I didn't
mind, I just seized it by the neck, carried it into the garden
and threw it down on the grass, and then I went back and
finished the milk. "Waste not, want not" is another excellent
proverb. They laughed, but they said, "Oh, Puff, how naughty!
You mustn't illtreat the poor little kitten."
Now they very well knew that I didn't like cats, and to bring a
cat, and a black cat of all colours, into the house was really unkind.
Cats are silly, greedy things, and what use are they except
to catch mice. I suppose I am ungrateful, for Tibby is very
fond of me, she is always trying to kiss me or to rub against
me. How would you like to be kissed by a creature with a
black face, or to be rubbed against as if you were a, table leg?
My people try to reconcile me to Tibby by telling me that
my gold-coloured coat and her black fur make a beautiful con-
trast-black and gold-I don't see it. You'll hardly believe it,
but that black kitten sometimes ventures to jump on my back; and
what do you think I caught her doing the other day?--imitating me!
she was sitting on her hindlegs begging! If this isn't taking the

44 PUF.F

bread out of my mouth, I don't know what is. I assure you I
haven't a bad temper, but what dog's temper could stand that sort
of thing? I rushed at her, turned her out of the room, and sent
her down the kitchen stairs. I suppose it was very wrong of me,
but I must put my paw down on this sort of thing, or I shall have
her imitating all my tricks, perhaps my own special one, she'll run
up my master to get a bit of sugar
out of his mouth. She'd better
not, if she does I'll bite her.

But after all I don't think I need be afraid she will do
these things. She can't; cats have such very inferior intellects.
Poor creatures they've only instinct to help them. For instance,
do you suppose a cat could write its autobiography ?-I've laughed
so much at the idea of such a thing that I've made a blot on the
paper as big as my nose! What will the printers say?
Some time ago I had a great treat; I spent some days

P UFF 45

with Flirt. One morning my master's eldest son, the artist, you
know, called; I was in the garden and I ran to meet him.
"Hullo, Puff, are you all right, old chap ? he said, looking at
me with his glass in his eye. "I'm going to paint you."
"Good gracious!" I thought, "I hope he won't make me
black like the kitten."
However, I took him into the house and then I heard him
say to my mistress,
"Mother, I want you to lend me Puff for a few days, I'm
going to put him in a picture I'm painting. Yes, Puff, you'll
have to sit up and beg for a peacock." I'd heard of pheasants pretty
often, and tasted them too, so I thought peacock might also be a
nice bird to eat, and that I should get a bit if I begged well.
I went back with him to Flirt's house quite happy. I had not
seen her for a long time. I was awfully glad to meet her, and ran to
kiss her, but she did not seem to care much for me. I'm afraid
she is a Flirt by nature as well as by name; but it's always the
way. Why, I hardly give that black cat a crumb of notice
and she worships me; Flirt I adore, and she doesn't care
a hair for me.
Flirt's master took me into his studio, and he sat down before
his easel. On a sort of perch I saw a large bird with blue
and green and purple and gold feathers, and an enormous tail
that nearly touched the ground. I began to bark at it, but it
did not move or seem afraid of me.

46 FUFT.

Hullo, Puff," Flirt's master said, "don't excite yourself, that
bird's stuffed. Now, look here, Puff, jump up there." He pointed
to a wooden square sort of thing covered with cloth.
I jumped up and he threw me a bit of biscuit.
"Now sit up and beg for some more, and mind you laugh."
He began to paint, with his glass in his eye, every now
and then looking at me. "You know, Puff, you are supposed
to be begging for some peacock, which a lady is carrying on
a dish in to dinner, now sit still like an image."
Just then his wife came into the studio. I jumped down to
say how do you do to her.
"Hullo, Puff," he called out, "you're a nice model-up
again, old boy. Charlotte, give him a bit of biscuit, and keep
him sitting up as long as you can." And she did keep me
sitting up till I was ready to drop, while he painted away,
with his glass in his eye, sometimes saying kind words to me,
sometimes calling me hard names if I did not sit up properly.
I kept wondering when I should get a bit of peacock for a
change, for I was rather tired of so much biscuit.
At last he said, "That will do for to-day. You've been a
very good dog, Puff."
I believe his wife was as glad as I was the sitting was over. I don't
know how people like sitting for their portraits, but, to judge by my
feelings, dogs think it an awful bore. I asked Flirt how she liked
it, and she growled ; that showed her sentiments pretty plainly.

PUFZf 47

But I had to go on sitting for several days. 1 refused bis-
cuit at last, and then they coaxed me with meat and sugar. I
wonder if people have such nice things given them when they
sit for their portraits. At last the picture was finished. I must
tell you what it was like. A handsome lady in a yellow gown
was carrying a peacock on a dish. Several dogs were frisking
about her; Flirt was among them. I was begging in front
of her, all by myself. In the background was a piece of
tapestry, and a little girl with a laughing face was peeping in
at an open door. When people came into the studio to look
at the picture they said it was charming, and I liked this,
because of course they meant
Sme, though I believe the picture
-I' was very good altogether.
-_ The artist called it Nct foryou, and
certainly I
--- did not get

the smallest
bit of that



I AM going to tell you to-day about a great event in my life-it
happened I think some time after my digging under the fence. I
heard them say it was autumn. I was beginning to feel dull; the
weather was so very hot that I was not allowed much in the
garden until evening. When I went into the balcony outside the
drawing-room windows I saw scarcely any carriages pass along the
road; no one came to pay visits, so there was no chance of an
extra bit of cake or sugar. I longed for a change of some kind.
One day my mistress did not come to her desk in the morning as
usual; I waited and waited, and then I bustled up stairs to her
bedroom to see what she could be doing there. What do you think
she was at ? She was bending over a big, open,. black box-such
a big one, I believe it would have held her and me too, (she is a
small creature, you know,) and she was putting into it all sorts of
things with which the bed, the chairs, and the tables were covered.
"Why, Puff," she said, when she saw me, have you come
to help to pack, you dear little dog ? Would you like to be
packed ? We are going out of town, Puff, and you are going
with us What do you think of that ?"
I wondered what she meant, but I soon found out. All day
long that packing went on. I thought everything in the house
would be packed before they'd done.
The next morning I saw a man carry the big box and some

PUFF. 49

other things to the
gate and put them on :'
a truck. Then my' 1-'
master took me under "
his arm, and we all ,c4
went to what they
called the station-a
place near our house. y
My master went to -
a little hole in a wall,
and called out "Tic- ,
kets for two, and a t''.
ticket for this little
it r V Comouc o e uP PACK.
dog." I felt rather proud at this. "There, Puff! he said, what do
you think of your railway ticket ? and he showed me a bit of paper.
Presently, as we stood waiting, there came up a great monster
with a chimney sending out smoke, and dragging a lot of carriages,
with people looking out of the windows. They looked cheerful
enough, but the carriages were ugly things, and they seemed to be
in great pain; they groaned and snorted and squeaked, you might have
thought this train, as they called it, was full of mad pigs. You see
this was my first railway journey, and I think you would like to
know my first impressions. Well, we all got into one of the
carriages, and then, with a great snorting we started. I liked it at
first because I could run up and down the carriage, but presently
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50 P UF.

when we stopped at a station in
got a lady-a good-natured look-
ing lady, I thought, with rosy
'cheeks and pleasant dark eyes.
i My master put her bag and
I Mthings in the place over our
l "--" j heads; she smiled quite sweetly
1 as she thanked him.
Just then she caught sight
I "of me.
S I '' "A dog!" she called out. "Ah,
the little brute! People have
.' no business to bring animals into
S -1. J a railway carriage, it's highly
My mistress caught hold of me and placed me beside her on
the seat. Lie still, Puff," she said. He is a very good-
tempered little dog," she said to, the lady.
The lady never looked at her or at my master either, but she went on
talking, keeping her eyes on me, while she got very red in the face...
"In the dog days too I can't bear it. I know the little brute
bites, I'm sure of it ; horrid little thing Guard guard come here."
I am very sorry," my master spoke much too politely I
thought, considering the names she had called me, but I
have a ticket for the little dog," and he showed my ticket.

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She would not look at it. "I'll complain to the guard," she
said; "and I'll report him to the directors for having allowed a
dog in the carriage; it's insufferable. Why I have never stayed
five minutes in the same room with a dog since I was born."
My master did not answer, but when we reached Willesden
we changed into another carriage, and I saw no more of that
sweet-faced lady with a sour tongue.
The journey was very long, but I didn't care, I was amused.
We slept one night on our way, and I liked having runs on
the platform. At last next day about dinner-time my master
called out "Here we are !" and with a long squeak we stopped.
A rosy-cheeked girl looked in at the carriage window. "Oh,
how do you do?" she said; "and is this Puff? What a beauty
he is What a lovely colour."
I liked that girl at once. I saw she knew the way to treat a dog:
I let her lift me out and put me into the carriage that stood
waiting for us. There was a pretty-faced lady in this who seemed
pleased to see us all, and there was a tall gentleman on the box
with a whip; he had blue eyes and fair hair; he called out,
"Well, you are a funny little dog! What's your name? He had
a pleasant voice, but I didn't like him as well as I liked his rosy-
faced daughter, who knew my name without telling.
We soon stopped before a gate, the groom got down and opened
it, and we drove round a broad gravel path to an open door,
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nice large hall, and tlcv
kissed me and squeezed nm till I
could not bear it, so I \-ri..ld '"d
out of their arms and ran rind -
and round barking a, lo:Lld a- I I -
They all laughed. I'm *iire I
don't know why, perhlp: thlic hlad
never heard a dog baru co loudly 1
Well, this first
day at the "Old '. .
Hall," as they called :-
it, was very nice.-- :- .
The house was large b -ll ,.. r
and there were a great many rooms, so to amuse myself I looked into
every one. I found the rcsy-cheeked girl in one of the bedrooms.
"I say, little dog," she said, "I'm not sure that you can be
allowed to come up stairs."
I stood still and laughed and wagged my tail. I wanted her to
know that at home I always follow my mistress all over the house;
but I don't think the rosy-cheeked girl understood, for she held
the door open. I saw she meant me to go out.
Outside on the landing I saw one of the other girls; I had
heard them call her Kitty, and this had set me against her, for our

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cat is called Kitty, and of all things, as you know, I hate a cat.
Well, it proves once more that "second thoughts are best," for
Kitty said in a loving sort of voice,
Oh, you are a darling, Puff! Will you come along with
me, you pretty fellow? "
She said it as if she was asking a favour; so of course I
wagged my tail again and trotted after her, and when she
stooped to pat me I kissed her hand.
In the evening I lay down in the middle of the drawing-room
rug, as I do at home, and the tall man talked to me and
snapped his fingers at me--"Puff, come here," he said. He
meant to be kind, I'm sure, but he spoke in such a loud,
masterful voice that I was rather afraid of him, and I stayed where
I was. I know it is right to be obedient and to do as one is bid,
but after all he was not my master, and I wasn't his dog. If every
day had been like that one I should have been content, but the next
morning a sad thing happened. My mistress was so ill that she
stayed in her bedroom; in the afternoon a man came in a carriage
and went up to see her. They called him "doctor," and I must
say he was a jolly chap, he knew exactly how to pat me and what to
say to me, and he spoke to me as lovingly as the people do at home.
My poor mistress had to stay a long time in bed, and as I
thought she must be very dull I used to stop in her room a
good time every day. They all said it was very good of me
to do it, but dear me I didn't see much in it; I was very


comfortable, I lay on a nice soft rug by the side of the bed,
and she talked to me when she waked up. I felt too, it was my
duty to take care of her, poor thing, as she was in a strange house.
I will tell you something now in strict confidence; there was a
tennis lawn at the end of the flower beds, and my master and the girls
and their father were always playing tennis in the afternoon. The balls
came here, there, and everywhere; there was no fun in staying near
them. It's a stupid game-just hitting balls about, which may come
in your eye, or hit your nose; so I was best off with my mistress.
She came down stairs when she got better, and walked out
in the garden, and then I walked with her. I don't care to
be by myself in a garden, or indeed anywhere.
I was glad when one morning my master said-
I say, Puff, we are going to the sea. Only think, Puff, the
sea is ever so much bigger than the biggest pond you ever saw."
It was still very hot, so I licked my lips and wagged my
tail at this news. "I don't know what you'll say though, old
boy," he went on, "the water in the sea is salt, you can't drink it."
But I didn't mind; I was so glad we were going to have a
change. And when I saw a maid actually packing the big
black box and the other things, I ran up and down and all
about the house barking as loud as I could.
The big, blue-eyed man shouted out "Hullo, Puff, what a
noisy little chap you are!"
After all, I didn't make as much noise as he did.


\ HEN we started again I began to feel quite a traveller; I curled
my tail round on my back stiffly, and I sat looking out at
the trees and houses flying past us. We had the carriage to our-
selves, and I could run about. At one station two ladies came to
the door of the carriage and one of them stepped in. My master had
taken me on his knee when the door opened and the lady gave a start
when she saw me, and got out as fast as she could.
"Dora, dear," she said, "there's a dog in there; you would
not like that, would you ?"
I looked out at the other lady; she was pale and frowning.
"A dog! goodness me! I should think not indeed; how
can people travel; with a dog !"
That was the only adventure we had. All at once the hills
on each side grew smaller; my master and mistress said, "Oh,
how beautiful!" (They never told me what it was they called
beautiful.) Then the train went into a gloomy looking yard
and growled and squealed and stopped.
"Here we are! Here's Whitby, Puff," my master said.
There was a good deal of bustle, then we all got into a
carriage with a horse to it.
There's the sea," someone said. I looked out and saw a big gray
field which moved up and down. I heard them say it was water, and
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We got out at a house, and were shown into a room with a big win-
dow with three sides to it, outside of this was a broad ledge, and in
front a narrow area with a low wall at its further side. I'saw all this
while my mistress was looking at her bedroom, it led out of this one,
and had a view of the sea. She called me and held me up to see.
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"Look, Puff, there's the sea. Isn't it beautiful!
I dare say it was, but I did not care to look; I remembered my
inaster had said sea water was salt, and I disliked salted things.
The next thing that happened was delightful. Presently
when they had had tea-I had some too, you may be sure-

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my master said, Come along, Puff, you shall have a walk,
and you sha'n't have a lead on."
I must tell you, dear friends, I could hardly believe my
ears. When first I came to my master and mistress they took me
out walking, but they gave that up long ago. They said I was wild
in the street, and that I got so dirty. When I was taken out with

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a lead I nearly strangled myself in trying to run on; I feel sure you
will agree with me. You have young legs and young spirits;
you wouldn't like to go out with a string round your neck.
Ah! how I should like to run races with some of you!
We started off; we soon came to a broad place by the
gray water they called the sea. Opposite us, across the water,
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58 P UFF

was a hill with red houses, one above another, on its side,
and a tall, broken house at the top; my mistress said it was
the Abbey. Well, we turned on to a broad street with sea on
each side of it-I heard them call it the pier.
The wind was very high. My master took me up in his
arms, lest I should be blown into the sea, he said. The wind
blew my hair into my eyes, and I felt as if I should indeed
be blown away; when we got to the end of the pier, it was
really horrible! the water was jumping up out of the sea as
if it were alive, covered with white froth like soap-suds-just
as if all the dogs in the town had been washed there-and
all at once there came a sudden splash and I felt drenched
with water. My master laughed, but I shivered and began to
lick myself; the taste nearly made me sick, it was so bitter. \
"Is it not splendid my master and mistress said. I thought
it was horrid. I was so wet and shivering that my master set
me down to run about; I ran off the pier as fast as I could.
I waited for them. When they came up my mistress said,
"Look at Puff, he's shaking like a jelly; come along, Puff,
we'll go home."
She had not to speak twice I can tell you; I shook myself and ran
on. I heard an old gentleman say, "That dog's a nuisance;" but I
ran home and waited on the steps till my people came up.
Next morning they said they were going an excursion by
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my mistress asked the maid to look in and see if I was all
right. "Don't leave the door open," she said, "or Puff might
get out and lose himself."
I did not wag my tail; I was disappointed; they were going
out for a day's pleasure and I was to be shut up alone. After
they were gone I barked very loud, and the landlady came in.
"Be quiet, you noisy little dog," she said, "there's a lady
up stairs with a headache."
She didn't care that I'd got a heartache. I lay down and
went to sleep, but I was soon roused to eat my dinner. That
landlady was a brick; her bark was worse than her bite. She gave
me three times as much meat as I usually have, and plenty of gravy.
I licked the plate quite clean, and I felt refreshed. The window
was open, and it came into my head that it would be a pleasant
change to walk along the broad ledge outside the three-sided window.
It was so pleasant outside that I stayed there. As I sat looking I
saw a cat at the next house jump from the low wall beyond the area
on to the window-ledge. I pricked up my ears at this. "I can
jump as well as that old black cat," I thought, "so here goes," and I
jumped on to the wall and then down on to the pavement below.
It was delightful to be free. I shook myself and looked
round. No one was in sight, opposite was a hill with a path
leading up it. I scampered up this path; and got to the top
of the cliff in front of some beautiful houses. I could see
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bigger than the cat did just now; and whichever way I
looked there was only gray sea, with moving black things on
it, which my master had said were boats.
This was dull, so I ran down hill to the right. I saw
houses in this direction, with smoke coming from their chim-
neys. I soon found a street with shops on each side of the
way and plenty of ladies and gentlemen walking about. How
they did admire me to be sure.
"What a darling!" one said. "You beauty!" "What a
colour! said another. I wagged my tail for answer, but when
they tried to pat me I ran on. A gentleman stopped in front of me.
"You look like a runaway little dog," he said, and you are
a pet I am sure by your coat. Come along, little doggie, I
must take you to the police station. He whistled and seemed
to think that I should follow him.
It is wonderful how slow-witted some of these respectable old
gentlemen are; however I was not born yesterday, and I ran off as
fast as I could. I was just turning the corner of a street when I
was grasped by a pair of hands.
"Oho! said a voice, "I've found you, my gentleman. You
gave us the slip, did you?"
I looked up, it was the landlady's husband, I stood still and
he let go, and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his hot red
face. "You've led me a dance, you young rascal," he said, "but
I knew-" I was gone before he ended.


I heard him running after me, but he had not a chance
against my brisk young legs; I ran to the lodgings, they had shut
the window, so I ran up the steps and lay down on the top of them.
I had had a pleasant afternoon in spite of their closed doors.
Presently the landlord came toiling along.
So there you are! You're a cool hand," he laughed, and
he was coming up the steps. I jumped up and barked as loud

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as I could, I flew at his legs, and he backed down the steps in a
hurry-" No," I thought, "you shan't come in and tell tales
of me; you are nothing but a spy," and I barked very angrily.
Now what do you suppose that man did? He burst out
laughing again and sneaked into the house down the area steps.
Then the maid let me in.

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Presently my master and mistress came home and began to
pity me for my long confinement.
I laughed in my fur.
When the landlady came up with their tea she said, "Your
little dog has had a run on his own account, ma'am; he's
been into town, and when he got back he wouldn't let my
husband come into his own house."
She stood there laughing as if it was the best joke going;
but my master said, "Puff, you're a rascal."


I WAS very sorry when we left that pleasant place by the
sea, and I have never travelled by railway again; my
people, when they go out of town now, leave me at home. I
think it is very unkind. I am sure they will be sorry when
they read what I feel about it. When I see the boxes put to
be packed I just feel miserable; and when I see the luggage
going out of the house, I run away and hide myself. I want
to go too. Monkeys
travel, why shouldn't ,i;
a dog see the world as
much as a monkey ?
After all I believe I
I am a good-tempered ',
dog, for when my
people come back
from their holiday 1
forget all my trouble
and I nearly go out of
my mind with joy at
seeing them. I run about the room, crying out with delight; I
jump on the chairs; I stand up and paw the air; I go on in
such a wild way that my master catches me up to soothe me,
and he says, "Puff! Puff! you'll go out of your mind."

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I know they are fond of me, but, all the same, I think
they ought to take me out of town with them.
Don't you, dear readers? Write and tell me what you think
about it. I'm almost sure Flirt goes out of town with her
mistress. It is hard on a poor little dog.
I was going to tell you to-day about a visit we paid on
our way from the sea. I was enjoying myself, looking out of
the railway carriage window at the trees and things going by
us so fast, when my master called out, "The next station is
Leeds," and in a minute or two we stopped.
We were soon, luggage and all, in a carriage, and driving
through the town. Now I don't want to be rude to Leeds, but
I was never in such a smoky place, I should think they never
had their chimneys swept. I was afraid my coat would get like
a sweep's, and I hate sweeps. However we soon got out of
the streets, and went driving on along a country road. I
wondered where we were going.
Presently my mistress said, "What will Mrs. Dorf say? She
did not invite you, Puff, perhaps she will not let you go into the
house." Then I knew where we were going. Mrs. Dorf, when
she called on us in town, never took any notice of me, but her
three daughters are very fond of me and I knew they lived in
the country, at a place called The Grange.
Not let me go into the house !1 I did feel hurt. I wished I
was going home.


Here we, are," said my master. What'a jolly looking place."
As. soon as we got through the entrance gates I saw some cows
and some chickens in a field. I put my head out of the carriage
window and I began to. bark at them.
"Puff! Puff!" said my mistress, "you must behave."
"Oh, dear," I thought. "If I'm not to have any fun I shall
run away." That was silly I know, but I suppose dogs have silly
thoughts sometimes.
We drove up to the house, and I saw my three friends
waiting to receive us. In a few moments Mrs. Dorf came forward
and welcomed my master and mistress sweetly. Then she said,
"What! has Puff come with you! Poor little dog!" That's
all the welcome she gave me.
"Of course he has, darling little fellow the girls said, and
the youngest, Bella, took me in her arms and kissed me.
"Why, Puff, you're quite a traveller," she said. "I must
introduce you presently to Smut."
"Smut, Smut," I thought; oh, dear! I hoped we'd left
all the smuts in Leeds."
Well, Bella took me into the drawing-room; yes, into the
drawing-room.' Not let me into the house indeed! Why my
two other friends, Elizabeth and Emily, were delighted to see
me. And didn't they give me a nice tea; bits of tea-cake,
"sudden death," Bella said it was called, and biscuit and
plum-cake and a large saucer of beautiful milk. They told me
I 2


"I behaved quite like a gentleman." The quiet, sweet-faced lady
smiled at me when I looked up at her, and I heard her say softly,
Well, he is a good, pretty little fellow."
After tea the three girls took me all over the house. It
was a beautiful house, with a jolly staircase and such a lot of
rooms. Bella showed me a little room which she said I should
sleep in. I felt quite happy and I began to bark and frisk
about; it was as good as being at home, and there was more
room to run about.
"Come along, Puff, let us have a run in the garden before
dinner," Bella said, and we ran down stairs.
It was such a big garden. In one part of it was a large piece
of water, with islands in it, and ducks and swans swimming
about. I began to bark at them.
Puff! Puff! cried Bella, "you mustn't chase the ducks, and I
should advise you not to chase the swans, one of them is a very cross
fellow." I left off barking, but I promised myself some fun another
time. I saw the cows and the chickens in the distance, but I
did not go up to them, I remembered what my mistress had
said to me.
We must go in for dinner," Bella said. "We'll have a
race, Puff, and see who gets in first."
Away we went over the grass and I got to the porch first, and
there I saw standing in the doorway with his tail straight up in
the air, a great black cat. I never saw such a big black cat.


Its green eyes glared at me, but it did not move. I felt so
angry that my hair bristled up all over me and I growled.
Bella came running up, she burst out laughing.
Why, Puff," she said, "Smut has come to introduce himself.
Smut, Smut, old boy;" the great black beast came trotting out to
her like a dog, and began to rub against her.

I kept my eye on him and faced round; I- thought he
might spring at me and this made me feel' a trifle nervous.
"He will not touch you, Puff," said Bella. "He's very fond
of dogs. Poor old Smut; this is Puff I've told you about."
Smut walked up to me and smelt my face. I didn't quite like
it, but I smelt him and wagged my tail.

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"That's a good dog," said Bella. I hardly know how it
happened, but somehow Smut and I became friends. He was
more like a dog than a cat, perhaps that's the secret; he was
good-tempered too; and he generally let me finish his milk.
Bella's mother and I also became good friends; she did not
take much notice of me, but she did not mind my being in
the room with her. I heard her say to her daughters,
"Well, dears, he certainly is a good, well-behaved little dog,"
and once she said, "I hope Puff has a good dinner given to him."
My three friends saw to that; and the sweet-faced lady used
to smile kindly at me when I sat up and begged.
But I could not forget what Bella had said about chasing swans.
When I'm told not to do a thing I usually want to do it,
and I determined to have a try after that old swan.
I got into the garden one morning when there was no one
there, and off I ran as fast as I could to the water. "I'll have
a bit of fun," I said to myself, "with Mr. Crosspatch Swan."
I soon saw him swimming about with his long neck and
head held up as if he thought himself king of the water.
I barked at him as loud as I could, and didn't he come
across the water fast. How he did hiss and splutter I ran
away along the edge of the bank barking; it was such fun to
see the old swan in a passion, he came sailing after me,
making dips at me as he came. Once he tried to scramble
up the bank, only he couldn't. At last I got tired of running.

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I jumped into a big boat close to the bank; and then I
barked louder than ever. I thought he didn't care, but all at
once with a sudden swoop the sly fellow dashed through the
water and came with a bang against the boat.
I nearly fell into the water. I was very angry, and I barked
at him in a regular fury. Up he came to the boat again and
struck it with his wing.
Bella came flying over the grass.
"Puff, Puff, what are you about? You naughty dog-you'll
be killed."
I jumped out of the boat, only just in time, for the old
swan began to scramble into it. Between Bella and the swan
I "was so frightened that I ran home.
Bella gave me such a scolding. "You might have been
killed," she said, but she ended by giving me my breakfast.
Bella did one thing which affronted me, for I don't like to
be laughed at.
One day we were all in the drawing-room; I was nearly asleep.
Puff," Bella called out, "there's a rat."
I I looked about, and sure enough, there sat a rat on the
carpet, not very far from me. I growled and ran at it, it
tumbled over-and they all laughed.
Then I saw it wasn't a real rat, only a stuffed thing like
that peacock I told you about.
When Bella showed me that rat again I put down my tail

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and walked away, just to show her what I thought about her
behaviour to an old friend.
I am sorry to leave off; you're not tired, I hope? But my
space is filled.

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G OOD morning, dear boys and girls. I have just been thinking
how curious it is that so many of you, in all parts of the
world, know about me and my doings, and I know nothing about
you; yet I feel so fond of you all, I should like to lick your hands
and kiss you-especially you, golden-haired, blue-eyed girls. By the
way, as I have gold-coloured hair, why haven't I blue eyes ?
Did you ever see a monkey with gold-coloured hair? I'm
sure you never did. Well, my master said to me this morning,
"Puff, you're looking like a monkey," and he looked hard at me
and laughed. The other day he said, I say, Puff, you look like
adl.fn;" that- was' better, for I've heard of tawny lions. But when
he says Put, you're just like a sheep," what can he mean ? Sheep
are silly. Sometimes my master says, when I've shaken myself,
"Hullo, Puff, you've got a crest like a cockatoo." To be told
you're like a lion, is perhaps a compliment, but I'm sure my
master wouldn't like to be told he was like a cockatoo.
You will never guess what happened to me yesterday-I have not
been very well lately, and my teeth have been troubling me. As a rule
I have excellent health. I do not know what that man meant by
saying, Throw physic to the dogs"-they don't want the nasty stuff.
I had heard them saying I ought to be taken to a doctor;
and yesterday my master said to me, You remember the
doctor, Puff, don't you? I'm going to take you there again

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to-morrow." I laughed.
I remembered going when
i f I was young, and I liked
"that doctor; he was so
S..kind to me.
,-( .. I got an extra washing
Sif..,:._\ ,- .'.'" and combing and brushing
/' i too next morning, and they
told me I "looked as
fresh as paint." When
I had had my dinner
Smy master and I started.
He soon stopped a cab and
he told me to jump in.
Please, sir," said the driver, I'll just turn this here cushion upside
down, the 'airs of these long-'aired dogs sticks so to the plush."
I thought it was a rude remark, but I jumped up and sat
on the seat opposite to my master. At first I felt puzzled by
the noise and bustle. There were carriages and horses, and people
rushing along and calling out; still I felt proud to be riding
when I saw so many dogs only on their legs; at last I
longed for a drink of water. I expect my master understood
what I wanted, for he said, "Poor old Puff, are you thirsty?"
What a lot of streets we went through before we got to
the doctor's house.


At last my master said, "Here's the Dogs' Surgery, Puff.
It's a Royal Surgery, your doctor doctors the Queen's dogs."
I put up my ears and curled my tail very stiff at this, though
to tell the truth I felt a little nervous.
My master jumped out of the cab, Come along, Puff." He
opened the door of a house and we went into a small room,
there were lots of bottles and boxes on shelves; the sight made


me shiver. A pleasant-faced man stood behind a long table
talking to a lady; she held a large black poodle by a lead, and I
felt proud that I was free. I expect that poodle was a naughty dog,
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on his back and on his legs. I shouldn't like to be dis-
figured like that; why, half his fur had been cut off that
poor poodle.
I went smelling about, as I always do in a new place.
"Dear me," the lady said, "what a lovely coloured dog."
I smiled up at her and wagged my tail.
I do believe he understands me," she said.
"Of course he does," said a nice-looking old gentleman,
who sat on a chair, with a large dog between his knees, they
understand a deal more than some human beings do. This dog
of mine knows everything I say."
Just then the street-door opened, and two ladies came in
with a little white dog. The moment it saw me and the
other dogs, it began to snarl and growl.
"Be quiet, Ponto," said one of the ladies. She caught it up
and put it on the table before the doctor.
He smiled, and said in a pleasant voice, What's the matter
with the little fellow ?"
"We can't make out," said the youngest of the ladies.
"He has a very good appetite, and he sleeps a great deal,
but his temper is bad, and he's always losing it; when he's
awake he does nothing but snap and snarl."
"Ah," the doctor said, "perhaps he eats too much; ladies
are often too kind to. their pets; dogs should no more be spoilt
than children; it's sure to hurt their tempers."

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The young lady tossed her head, the other said, "Perhaps,
doctor, you can tell us how to make him behave better."
I'll try," answered the doctor, "but you'll have to leave him
with me for a time."
The ladies did not seem to like this.
"Would he be kindly treated ? "
one said.
"Certainly, but he will not be
spoilt, madam," the doctor answered.
Poor little dear Can we leave
him, Mamma? the young lady
asked her mother.
Of course you must please your-
selves, ladies," said the doctor.
Pardon me," my master said, I
can answer from experience that if I
you leave the dog here he will be '....
very kindly treated."
After a little more talk, they YOU're T OROUYIoH-BRED,
said they would leave the cross AIN'T YOU LitLINL!
little dog, and the doctor's boy carried Ponto out of the room.
"Now," said the doctor to my master, in his quiet voice,
"will you let me have a look at your little fellow?"
My master put me on the table. The doctor opened my
mouth, but he did not hurt me. "Ah," he said, "I see what's

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the matter with him, his teeth want looking to. Joe, take
him into the back room."
I felt alarmed, I can tell you, and I looked at my master.
"It's all right, Puff," he said, "the doctor won't hurt you;
be a good dog."
I set my teeth close, and let the boy carry me into a back room;
he put me on a table, and stood by me patting me. On the table
were several bits of steel. I began to tremble and shake all over.
The doctor came in quickly. "Good dog," he said; "hold his
mouth open, Joe." And would you believe it? he laid hold of one
of my teeth that was loose with one of the steel things, and pulled
it out. I gave a squeak as well as I could. My fur! how it
did hurt; but I tried to be good, as my master had told me.
I dare say some of you know what it is to lose a tooth.
"Never mind, old fellow," the doctor said.
It was all very fine for him to say, "Never mind!" he
hadn't just lost a tooth.
"I must have your mouth open again, Puff, but I won't
pull out another tooth."
That horrid little Joe opened my mouth quite wide; I'd half a
mind to bite his hand, but I didn't. And then the doctor began
scraping and brushing at my back teeth. Wow! that scraping was
horrid. But very soon he said, "That will do. Let him go, Joe."
The boy let go of me, and I jumped off the table pretty quickly
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I saw there were more people and more dogs waiting in it.
The doctor said to my master, "He's all right now."
"Oh! here's a beautiful little dog," some one called out,
there cannot be anything the matter with him."
But there was: my mouth ached horribly.
A tall lady, with a large nose, held in her arms a tiny
little black dog, not much bigger than a rat; the silly little
thing gave a squeaky bark at me, like a child's toy bark.
How d'ye do, doctor ?" the lady said in a loud, drawling voice,
"I thought you were never coming. I've brought my little darling-
ah!" she pointed at me, what a curious coloured dog What is he ?"
"I really don't know, your ladyship, what breed he is," the
doctor answered, "but he's a pretty little fellow."
"Ah !" she said, "he's a mongrel, no doubt; he'd make a
pretty door-mat. You're thorough-bred, ain't you, Liline ? and
she kissed the little black rat.
A door-mat! for her ladyship's feet,' perhaps. I know she
meant something rude by calling me a mongrel.
My master called me, and we went out. I had a good run
down a beautiful broad street, and presently we came to a very
large field, with trees and flowers.
"This is Hyde Park," my master said. I did enjoy a good
scamper over the grass and soon forgot my tooth. When we
got back and my master told our adventures, they said I was
"quite a hero." I wonder if heroes are ever tired. I was, awfully.


INCE I last wrote it has been
foggy and cold. I don't like
fogs, do you? People say
they're like cheese. I do not
see how that can be, for
cheese is nice; fogs taste
nasty; but worse than that,
_. 'they dirty my coat, and
such an extra lot of
S soaping and rubbing has
._ .............. to be done in washing
me. Speaking of coats,
what do you think has happened this winter? A red flannel coat
has been made for me to wear when I go into the garden. I did
not like it at first, for you see I am not accustomed to clothes.
I wonder people haven't fur like dogs, it would save them trouble.
However, I find my coat very comfortable when there is a cold wind.
When my master first saw me in my red coat, he said,
"Why, Puff, you look like a performing dog." What could
he mean f He said the other day that Flirt has a blue
coat-she must look lovely. I long to see her.
Just as I had written that, a knock came at the outside
door: I thought it was my mistress, so I dropped her pen


and jumped off her chair. But who do you think came in?
My friend Charlotte and Flirt. Flirt had her blue coat on.
My fur! She did look lovely.
I ran to kiss her. I suppose she was in an extra good humour
at having such a pretty coat on, and she kissed me in return.
"How do you do, Puff?" Charlotte said. "So you have
a red coat to wear in the cold. Why, you must look like
a performing dog in it," and she laughed.
I must find out what they mean. If any of you know, do write and
tell me what a performing dog is. I don't choose to ask them here.
I've told you I don't like cats; I've got accustomed to the
old black Tom, and I just treat him with indifference; but
I've been very much put out by a new arrival. One morning
some time ago, a nice-looking little hamper was brought to the
house. Now I knew hampers very often have good things in them,
and I was rather excited to find out what was in this one.
My mistress cut the strings that fastened it, and opened
the lid. What do you think jumped out? A kitten. The
little beast arched up its back directly it saw me, and began
to spit; its tail got as big as its body, and it jumped on
to the back of the sofa and went on-spit--spit-spit.
What a lovely little thing!" my mistress said, laughing.
"Why, it's a Persian; we must have some milk f6r it,
it must be thirsty after its long journey. Margaret Veley's
cousin has sent it from the country. Isn't it a little dear, Puff?"

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I didn't think it was
a little dear, I thought it
was a little wild beast, and
I walked out of the room.
I ran up to the studio and
scratched at the door to
be let in.
S' "What's the matter,
n,\ Puff?" my master said.
"Why is your tail down ?"
I was so angry that I
hid myself behind a screen.
Presently I heard my mistress come into the
"What do you think has just come in a
Shamper? she said.
'A\ "A nice fat goose, or a turkey."
Guess again," she said; it's nothing to eat."
"Some flowers perhaps."
"No. A Persian kitten, and such a sweet little pet. Look!
here's the card that was on the hamper; there's writing on
it, With care-this side up-a live kitten.' "
And they both laughed. I ground my teeth with anger.
"Puff, doesn't seem to like it," my mistress said; "he ran
away as soon as he saw it."


"He came in here, with his tail down, poor old chap!
He thinks the Persian will put his nose out of joint." "Good
gracious! I thought. I couldn't help feeling my nose with
my paw, but it felt all right.
We must not pet the kitten before him," my master said; "it
will vex him. He shall always have the first place in the house."



It was kind of him to say that. But I felt miserable; it was plain
to me that kitten was going to stay-and it has stayed.
At first we led a cat and dog life. The Persian spat like a
fury whenever I went near it, but I used to run at it and catch
it by the neck and give it a good shaking. Black Tom looked
at us with wonder, and then ran away as fast as he could. Poor
old fellow! He's good-tempered, but he is so silly!
This Persian has made me very angry sometimes. One day
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it snatched at a piece of toast that was thrown to me. I
ran at it to punish it, and it was in such a fright it
jumped into the fender, and singed its fur in the fire. Since
then it has behaved better.
I never saw any creature grow as fast as that kitten does;
its tail is immense, and I believe its fur is nearly as long
as mine.
Cats do such silly things! I went into the kitchen the
other day, and I heard a great noise near the fire-place;
there was that kitten with a large mouse in her mouth.
They said she had been watching for it for a couple of hours.
What a waste of time She'd better have been asleep. Another
silly thing she does, would you believe it ? the foolish little creature
climbs up to the topmost branch of our high pear-tree-it's nearly
as high as the house-and sits there swinging backwards and
forwards as if she enjoyed it. I hear them say she goes there
after the sparrows. What a funny taste to like mice and birds-
unless, indeed, the birds are pheasants or partridges.
Old black Tom sits at the foot when the Persian is up
in the pear-tree mewing as if he were going mad. I believe
he thinks she will fall; when the little thing comes down
they kiss one another.
Sometimes these two quarrel, the little one gets too cheeky
for old Tom, and he boxes her ears. My fur! then they
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and spit and hit at one another as boys do. The little one
is strong and knocks old Tom over. When they get very
angry, they pull out bits of fur from their coats with their teeth.
One day I came into the room, and what do you think
I saw? The Persian with a black cat on each side of her,
sitting in front of the fire-a strange black cat had got into
the house-they were staring into the fire like idiots. I soon
sent them to the right about-Hullo master's calling me.
What do you think my master wanted me for? There
were boys in the garden stealing crocuses. He opened the
hall-door, and I rushed out barking. My fur! didn't they run
away? One of them tumbled down by the gate in his hurry. I
nearly got him by the leg, but he scrambled up and was out into the
road before I had him, and my teeth snapped at nothing.
I can't write any more to-day, my paw shakes so.

AM very puzzled. Something
is going to happen
-. and I can't make out
~a what it is. I see a
,...' lot of packing going
on of books and
f'I''-ih thina and various things.
S y people can't be
-going away for their holi-
J day, because they go when
S-- the garden is full of
W -s flowers and the trees are
green. Now there are only a few little shivery things they call snow-
drops, and some of the same sort of yellow flowers that the boys
stole the other day, and the trees are brown and dead-looking.
But my. people are always talking about a new house. I
don't want a new house, I like the old one; I don't like
changes, the only change I want is to get rid of that Persian
kitten, who becomes more saucy every day. She has a bad
habit of crying out, trying to imitate my bark; I believe
it's no more like it than bread is like a bone. I looked
out of the window just now, there she was at the top of
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herself-it couldn't kill her unless she
fell nine times.
A lady I am fond of has just been "W '
to call. She doesn't take much notice -
of me, but I like her face, it is so
kind-looking, and her voice is so
pleasant; she is a great deal taller
and bigger than my mistress; I
haven't seen her for a long time, as
she lives in the country-she brought
some roses. What a wonderful garden
she must have to have roses in it at
this time of year!
"Well, Puff," she said, "how is
your story going on? I sent it to
Switzerland, Puff, to some children,
and they like it very much."
When I heard that I felt rather
proud. I walked about the room with
my tail very stiffly curled-I told you ;-
children knew about me all over the
world. Presently this lady said,
" How is the New House going on? I ?uI .o.
"Bother the New House," I thought. But my mistress
seemed quite pleased to be asked; then they both talked
such a lot of "new house" that I fell asleep.

86 PUFF.

I want to-day to tell you a story about two little boys-
they are brothers-but they are not one bit alike. Their
mother brought them to see us not long ago; one of them
was pale, thin and quiet, the other had fat rosy cheeks, with
a little round hole in one of them, which showed when he
laughed-he was generally laughing and kicking up his legs.
I think he is what people call a fidget.
The name of the quiet boy is W.'alter. At first I liked
him the best of the two. He stroked me gently and he
lay down on the floor and rubbed his cheek against my fur.
There is a recess curtained off in our drawing-room, and
presently my mistress and Walter's mother went in there to talk.
Walter looked after them and then he put out his hand
and began to pull my fur quite hard. I went away from
him and I got under the sofa-but he came quietly after me,
and suddenly he gave quite a sharp tug at the hair of my
hind legs; I never was treated so before. I gave a little
cry and came from under the sofa and looked at the other
little rosy-faced boy. I wagged my tail and put my paws on his
knees; I told him as well as I could what his brother had done.
Andrew smiled at me. You nice little dog," he said, and he patted
me; "what makes you so loving ? Isn't he a dear little chap, Walter?"
No; he's a baby, he cries out before he's hurt."
Walter had scrambled up on his legs, and he stood with
his feet wide apart and his finger in his mouth. I was so
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my paws and kissed it. Just then I felt my tail pulled violently,
and Walter burst into a laugh; the pain was so sharp, I felt
very angry. I let go Andrew's hand, and I turned round on
Walter. I growled and showed my teeth.
The little coward set up a howl and ran away. I have
noticed that boys who torment things smaller than themselves
are always cowards. He ran to the sofa and began to cry.
Oh, Walter! Andrew said; but the lady came out of the recess
with a frightened look. She caught up the little coward in her arms.
My dear friend," she said to my mistress, "please send
that dangerous dog away."
My mistress looked grave. "I assure you Puff is not
dangerous, he is
very good tem-
pered; but I will
send him away." i
She looked in '
Walter's face,
"What were -- ,., / .
you doing to
Puff? she said,
"I never heard
him growl at -
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88 PUFF.

The little coward began to stammer, and he rubbed his
eyes with his knuckles.
My mistress took a tuft of my hair from between his
fingers. "I see," she said. "Poor little Puff! she patted
me, and going to the door she opened it. "Walter is naughty,
not you, Puff. How would you like to have your hair pulled
out, Walter? I think you are a cruel little boy."
I ran down stairs, so I cannot tell what happened next.
When the tea was taken up I went into the drawing-room
again. Walter's face was very red, but he did not pull my
fur any more, and I took no notice of him. The two boys
had their tea at a little round table.
"You can hand the cake and bread and butter, Andrew,"
my mistress said.
I followed Andrew as he handed the cake.
Walter pointed at me and laughed. See how greedy Puff is," he
said, "he only goes after Andrew for cake." He looked at my mis-
tress and his mother, they were busy talking; he pushed the bread
and butter away and took a piece of cake in each hand. Andrew had
a bit of bread and butter and then a bit of cake, he gave me some of
each. I sat up to him, and put my paw upon my heart, but I would
not beg to Walter. I had forgiven him for hurting me, it is right to for-
give; but I would not do any tricks for a little boy who was so greedy.
Walter had finished his two bits of cake. Andrew was still
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"What a slow coach you are," the greedy boy said. "I'm
ready for more."
Andrew, like a polite little fellow, began to hand the cake
and bread and butter to the ladies. As he passed Walter the
little pig took a handful of cake off the plate.
My dear boys," his mother said, "don't eat so much
cake, it will make you ill."
Walter had his back to her, so she could not see what a
plateful he had got.
"No, mamma," the little humbug said, we will eat more
bread and butter."
Andrew put the cake back on the table, and helped himself
to bread and butter; the little pig went on munching and gobbling
down the cake he had taken, and never offered a bit to his brother
or to me. I was glad when he went away, I should like to have
bitten his calves, but I loved Andrew, I thought he was an unselfish,
honest little gentleman, and far kinder to his brother than he
deserved. I hope I shall see him again.
As for Walter, I like the old black cat and the Persian kitten
better than I do him. By the way, I nearly forgot to tell you that
black Tom has been away for several days. I heard my master say,
"Perhaps he has got caught in a trap." That sounds horrid. I
should be sorry if the poor old fellow got hurt, though he is so silly.
It's wonderful how one gets accustomed to the stupidest people and
misses them when they are gone.
M 2


i AM so excited this morning I
-. hardly know how to begin to
tell you what has happened. I've
,. I dipped my paw into the ink by
mistake, and my pen will run
i.. i wobbling all over the paper. I'm
-- sure the printers will go mad
over the writing.
S '.When I went into the garden
a as soon as I got down stairs I
saw an astonishing sight,-I stood
and shivered. A great part of the high wall between our garden and
the next had fallen down in the night, the bricks were lying in heaps
all over the grass; I was so surprised you might have knocked
me down with one of my own hairs; they said the wind had
done it, the wind must have been in a savage humour; it
has been very cross lately, it nearly blew me over yesterday.
Do you know the fall of that wall might have been a
serious misfortune for you all. Why only yesterday I was
eating grass close to the wall; if it had fallen then, I should
be like the trees and plants that grew under it; they are all
smashed! I should never have finished my story-that wall
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it is going to sink; it is about time we left this dear old
house if it is going to tumble about our ears.

My nerves were so shaken by what had happened to the
wall that I could not write any more the other day, and now
I have a more surprising thing to tell you; we have all done
the rat trick; we have left the old house; I am so sorry; I
have had to say Good-bye to all my old favourite haunts; I don't
think it's fair to make a poor dog leave the home where he has
spent the best part of his life, and which he knows as well as he
knows his own tail. However, I believe it could not be helped.
They tell me the dear old house is going to be pulled down, that
tumbling down of the wall was only the beginning of the end. Are
not you all sorry for me ? I feel quite low-spirited, and strange.
I am writing this in the NEW HOUSE.
I know now what all that talk meant. I have been longing
to tell you what has been happening, but I could not find
any pen or ink or a place to write at, till to-day; and, to
tell you the truth, I've been so busy going all over the new
house and garden, I haven't had a moment. I don't like the
garden at all, there's hardly a tree or a flower in it. My
master says, "There will soon be trees and flowers, Puff;"
but I loved the old place, and the old trees and flowers; I
didn't want to leave it all. I think my master is sorry to leave
the house he was born in. My young master says the change
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92 PUFF.

always longing for a change; if I thought it would make me
a young dog again I shouldn't so much mind.
But I must tell you how this great change happened. Several days
ago I was wakened up earlier than usual. "Get up, Puff, we must all
look alive to-day, the moving is going to begin," my master said.
What are they going to do?" I wondered. "Move some
trees, or what?"
I soon knew. We had hardly finished breakfast when my
master called out, Here they are. The van is at the gate."
I crept out before any one saw, I ran down to the gate, it
was set wide open; outside 1 saw a very big cart, like a
great house on wheels, with horses in front, several men were
busy pulling out cloths and mats. I barked at them to tell
them they had no business there; the next minute I was
caught up, and carried into the house, and shut up in my
master's dressing-room, which is my bedroom. I looked out of
the window. I could see nothing, not even the Persian kitten
swinging on the pear-tree. I was very angry, I barked till I
was tired, but no one took any notice of me.
I had seen for some days that all the carpets were up, and that
horrid packing was going on; I had been puzzled as to what they
were going to do, now I heard, tramp, tramp, tramp, there was such
a going up and down stairs, as if twenty men were, in the house.
Were they going to pull the old place down and put it into
that big cart? Was that the secret? Were we all going to be
carried away? I sat thinking this over till I fell asleep.

PUFF. 93

I roused up with a start-some one was opening the door.
My master came in, and I saw that he had brought my dinner.
I barked for joy; now I was going to be free; I pranced, and
pawed the air, and jumped about.
Look here, Puff," my master said, "you must say Good-bye
to the old house when you've had your dinner, it's the last
dinner you'll have in it, old chap.
The last dinner Are they going to starve me then? I can
tell you when my master set the plate on the floor, I ran
to it, and ate up every scrap on it.
Presently my mistress came in with her bonnet on.
"Come along, Puff," she said, "it's time for us to go." I
followed her down stairs, barking as I went.
The weather has become warm since I last wrote, the old
garden is gay with flowers, and the leaves are coming on the
trees. It seems to me a strange thing that the trees go bare
through the cold weather, and put on their green coats when
warm weather begins. I am much wiser, I shake off my
loose hair in the summer, and put on a new warm coat
before winter begins. In many things dogs are very wise.
Let me see, where was I ? Oh, running down stairs with
my mistress. I hardly seemed awake, everything was changed
since breakfast. The pictures had gone from the staircase walls; the
dining-room and the writing-room looked bare; the tables and chairs
were gone. I had not time to look about me much, my master said,
" Now, Puff, we are going to the station." I was glad not to be put


into the big van. I did not see the Persian anywhere, no doubt she
was in the van, or, joyful thought, she had run a.way, like Black
Tom, and she would never bother me again.
I was sorry to see the garden in such a mess, some of the furniture
was standing about on the grass. I took a run round, and barked
Good-bye to it all, and then I went to the station with my mistress
and she took my ticket. We soon got out of the train, and my
mistress took me to a cab. As we went along I saw that we had
come into a different sort of place to our road. There were no shops,
and very few people, but trees on each side of the way, and some-
times a big house among them.
Presently we came to a large green field with trees and no
houses, and then I spied out a clean, fresh-looking red house with
a red roof, standing by itself, surrounded by high palings. The
cab stopped at the gate.
"Look, Puff," my mistress said, this is the new house."
I jumped out; when the gate opened I ran into the garden;
what do you think was the first thing I saw at a window? The
Persian kitten! I-I barked at her as loud as I could.
I feel very dull at times, and long for the dear old garden, and all
the old familiar places. I often watch my master as he sits lost in
thought before his painting. I've no doubt he is thinking like me
of all the happy years he spent in the Old House.
Some day when I have been here longer, I may write something
about what has happened to me in the New House. Now, Good-bye.

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